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Solar Storm: Chapter 1
Nar Quinn was the worst planet in the known systems. Home to countless criminals and lowlifes, no one in their right mind would go to the planet that bordered the edges of Wild Space. Unfortunately, most of the people who did come to Nar Quinn were far from being in their right mind, one way or another.
A slim figure entered into a saloon on the lower levels of Nar Quinn. The slim figure was clad in a cloak and blue jumpsuit. A purple hand reached up and pulled down the hood covering the figure’s face. A slim face with softly angled features, duel pointed ears, long silver hair and glowing yellow eyes was revealed. Ceremonial scars marred the figure’s face, several notches in each ear.
Eyes turned to the figure. The androgynous features, short stature, slim build, duel pointed ears, colouration and ceremonial scars could only belong to one species. The figure was an Aryolan.
The Aryolan stalked up to the bar, movements as graceful as a hunting feline. The bar tender locked eyes with the Aryolan, two of his four arms resting on the twin blasters he had holstered at his belt. The bar tender sneered, exposing long yellow fangs at the Aryolan.
“What are you doing here, Corer?”
A slim purple hand shot out and grabbed the bar tender by the front of his tunic. The bar tender reached for his blasters but the Aryolan held a crystal dagger to his throat.
“Is this how Pitch has his employees treat his guests? And after he personally invited me to this lovely excuse for a saloon,” the figure snarled at the bar tender, exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
A serpent like figure appeared from the shadows. The black serpent slithered onto the bar, ruby eyes glowing in the dim light of the saloon. The Aryolan released the bar tender when he saw the serpent.
“About time you showed up Pitch. I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Pitch, the black serpent, flared his forked tongue at the Aryolan. “Best watch your tongue, Storm. The last thing you need is a shot through the heart.”
Storm’s grip tightened on his crystal dagger. He bore his fangs as his yellow eyes narrowed at the black serpent.
“You’re the one who called me here, Pitch. Whatever you want done, I don’t have to do it. I’m here at my own leisure. So shall we get this deal over with or an I leaving?”
Pitch gestured to one of the back rooms with the tip of his tail. Storm followed after the black serpent, closing the door behind him. Now that the two were alone they could get down to business.
“So what job do you have for me?” Storm asked after he sat himself upon a nearby chair.
Pitch’s forked tongue flicked as he spoke. “I need you to retrieve a data crystal for me. It contains the plans for a new line of ships. Their price will make me a fortune on the black market.”
Storm leaned in, glaring down at the black serpent.
“And where is this data crystal located? It obviously isn’t located in some Mid Rim research centre or a military base in the Outer Rim. Otherwise one of your other cronies could have gotten it much easier than I could.”
Pitch chuckled. “The data crystal is located in the Core, on the planet Aryol. Specifically, the military vault in the royal palace.”
Storm froze. Pitch wanted him to steal a data crystal from the most secure place in the known galaxy. Normally that would not be a problem for Storm. He had done equally challenging jobs for Pitch in the past, but none of them were on Aryol. Why did it have to be Aryol?
“Is something wrong, Storm? Having second thoughts?” Pitch questioned, gazing at the Aryolan inquisitively.
Storm instantly snapped back to reality. He stood up and turned to the door.
“I’ll get you that data crystal. Just have my usual payment ready when I get back.”
Without saying another word, Storm left the saloon and headed towards his ship.
Nar Quinn was the worst planet in the known systems. Home to countless criminals and lowlifes, no one in their right mind would go to the planet that bordered the edges of Wild Space. Unfortunately, most of the people who did come to Nar Quinn were far from being in their right mind, one way or another.
A slim figure entered into a saloon on the lower levels of Nar Quinn. The slim figure was clad in a cloak and blue jumpsuit. A purple hand reached up and pulled down the hood covering the figure’s face. A slim face with softly angled features, duel pointed ears, long silver hair and glowing yellow eyes was revealed. Ceremonial scars marred the figure’s face, several notches in each ear.
Eyes turned to the figure. The androgynous features, short stature, slim build, duel pointed ears, colouration and ceremonial scars could only belong to one species. The figure was an Aryolan.
The Aryolan stalked up to the bar, movements as graceful as a hunting feline. The bar tender locked eyes with the Aryolan, two of his four arms resting on the twin blasters he had holstered at his belt. The bar tender sneered, exposing long yellow fangs at the Aryolan.
“What are you doing here, Corer?”
A slim purple hand shot out and grabbed the bar tender by the front of his tunic. The bar tender reached for his blasters but the Aryolan held a crystal dagger to his throat.
“Is this how Pitch has his employees treat his guests? And after he personally invited me to this lovely excuse for a saloon,” the figure snarled at the bar tender, exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
A serpent like figure appeared from the shadows. The black serpent slithered onto the bar, ruby eyes glowing in the dim light of the saloon. The Aryolan released the bar tender when he saw the serpent.
“About time you showed up Pitch. I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Pitch, the black serpent, flared his forked tongue at the Aryolan. “Best watch your tongue, Storm. The last thing you need is a shot through the heart.”
Storm’s grip tightened on his crystal dagger. He bore his fangs as his yellow eyes narrowed at the black serpent.
“You’re the one who called me here, Pitch. Whatever you want done, I don’t have to do it. I’m here at my own leisure. So shall we get this deal over with or an I leaving?”
Pitch gestured to one of the back rooms with the tip of his tail. Storm followed after the black serpent, closing the door behind him. Now that the two were alone they could get down to business.
“So what job do you have for me?” Storm asked after he sat himself upon a nearby chair.
Pitch’s forked tongue flicked as he spoke. “I need you to retrieve a data crystal for me. It contains the plans for a new line of ships. Their price will make me a fortune on the black market.”
Storm leaned in, glaring down at the black serpent.
“And where is this data crystal located? It obviously isn’t located in some Mid Rim research centre or a military base in the Outer Rim. Otherwise one of your other cronies could have gotten it much easier than I could.”
Pitch chuckled. “The data crystal is located in the Core, on the planet Aryol. Specifically, the military vault in the royal palace.”
Storm froze. Pitch wanted him to steal a data crystal from the most secure place in the known galaxy. Normally that would not be a problem for Storm. He had done equally challenging jobs for Pitch in the past, but none of them were on Aryol. Why did it have to be Aryol?
“Is something wrong, Storm? Having second thoughts?” Pitch questioned, gazing at the Aryolan inquisitively.
Storm instantly snapped back to reality. He stood up and turned to the door.
“I’ll get you that data crystal. Just have my usual payment ready when I get back.”
Without saying another word, Storm left the saloon and headed towards his ship.
26-30, F
